When we bought our current house a couple of years ago, one thing that pleased us about the neighborhood was the trees. It's located in the foothills of the Adirondacks. We could have bought further up the Northway, in real forest, but then my hubby would have had a longer commute. We've had enough of long commutes.
Instead we choose a neighborhood that is old and established, and covered with ancient trees. At least it was.
Just months after we moved in we awoke to the sound of chainsaws. A peek out the window revealed that our next door neighbor had hired a tree company that was already hard at work in their backyard. OK, a part of home ownership is maintaining the property. Sometimes loose branches or entire trees have to go.
They spent the next three days cutting down almost every tree in the neighbor's yard. We watched much of the carnage from our schoolroom window. M-girl, then six, asked sadly, "Don't they know that they're making the earth warmer?" Apparently not.
Fast forward two years. Recently we had to have the tree guys come and take down a couple of our old giants. Only a couple, most of them are still standing proudly.
The next morning we awoke again to the sound of chainsaws. This time they were in the yard of the house behind us. We've never met them. By the time they were done, two days later, we had an entirely new view of their yard.
Sigh! It should be an interesting summer. If there's nothing on TV, we can just stare out the back windows at the neighbors.